The boy in the plastic bubble finally made a jail break
But these days life in a bubble might not be that bad
Little Cindy Loo Who caught the Grinch, he didn’t know what to say
He swore that Christmas must not come, but somehow it did anyway
Charlie Brown was depressed, but Linus always cheered him up
I don’t have a Linus, and my Lucy is just over the top, baby
I bought a calico heart
It's made out of fur
I hold it in my hand
I touch it to my ear
And I wait for a heartbeat
But that heart is cold
And the silence remains
Maybe I’m getting old
There are too many songs chirping on the spotify
There are too many birds flying high up in the sky
There are too many people out on a dark, lonely ride
Too many explanations, and too many lies
They say in Paris there’s a tower you can’t photograph at night
And Amsterdam cafes have bags of Dutch Treat laying out in plain sight
Somewhere over there Michelangelo carved a statue with my name on it
But give me a stone villa in Italy, and a smiling lady, baby
I bought a calico heart
Made out of fur
I hold it in my hand
I touch it to my ear
And I wait for a heartbeat
But that heart is cold
And the silence remains
Maybe I’m getting old
I’ve got a calico heart
I keep on a shelf
I’ve got a calico heart
But I keep that to myself